Yeah. Make way for the royalty. Crown on my head, but the jewels are bloody. Queen Lucy entering the scene. Let's talk about the cinema. The British way. We don't do Hollywood fairy tales here. Action. Step in the manor, it’s Lock Stock and barrels, we smoking the competition in the shadows I'm moving like Brick Top, feeding the pigs, I’m snatching the diamond and flipping the gigs You think you’re a gangster, a proper East Ender, I’m channeling Ronnie and Reggie the legend Two twins in the firm, yeah we running the club, leave you bleeding out back of a local pub We don't need a script for the gritty reality, stepping to me is a fatal fatality Mickey the Pikey, one punch and you drop, the hustle is moving and never gonna stop I’m taking the Oscars, the BAFTAs, the lot, I’m calling the action and taking the shot It’s Guy Ritchie magic, the underground grime, welcome to Britain, the capital of crime! License to kill, yeah I’m double-o seven, I’m sending the industry straight up to heaven The Aston Martin is blacked out and speeding, I’m leaving the enemy battered and bleeding MI6 confidential, I’m breaking the files, my flow is a weapon destroying for miles Manners maketh man, like a Kingsman recruit, umbrella in hand and a tailored black suit But don’t get it twisted, the brolly is loaded, you step out of line and your base is exploded I'm sipping martini, it's shaken not stirred, I'm slitting your throat without saying a word We birthed the best agents the world ever saw, from the Thames to the globe, establishing law I’m Daniel Craig in a Casino Royale, dealing the deck and predicting your fall! Wake up in the hospital, London is dead, the rage is infectious and spreading the red 28 Days Later, the bridges are empty, the virus is moving and taking out plenty I’m surviving the fallout, machete in hand, I’m the last one alive in this desolate land Shift to the ultraviolence, the droogs in the night, A Clockwork Orange, a terrifying sight Drinking the milk with the knives in the boot, Beethoven is playing, we ready to shoot We mastered the horror, the psychological dread, we living the nightmares inside of your head You want a good scare, look at British suspense, the shadows are heavy, the terror intense No Hollywood ending, no saving the day, just blood on the camera and fading to grey! Choose life, choose a job, choose a big television, Renton is running and making decisions Trainspotting madness, the needle and spoon, we howling like animals under the moon Edinburgh alleys to London estates, dodging the system and jumping the gates Then switch up the magic, a darker aesthetic, Hogwarts is burning, it's getting kinetic Forget the good wizards, I’m rolling with Death Eaters, casting a hex on you industry cheaters Avada Kedavra, I’m dropping the curse, putting your favorite MC in a hearse We do the fantasy, make it so grim, the chances of making it out are too slim You stepping to me is a tragic mistake, I'm leaving the cinema industry awake! We blowing the bloody doors off of the vault, Michael Caine on the mic, it's a verbal assault Three Mini Coopers are doing the dash, weaving the traffic and holding the cash The Italian Job, yeah we robbing the gold, a British tradition of brave and the bold I’m directing the movie, I’m writing the score, I’m leaving the audience begging for more Five minutes of fire, the credits are rolling, the camera is panning, the bell is now tolling Queen Lucy the legend, the star of the screen, the grimiest rapper that you've ever seen I’m taking my bow, let the curtain fall down, I’m keeping the scepter and wearing the crown End of the picture, the screen going black, the British invasion is launching the attack! Yeah. Cut. Print that. Queen Lucy out.
